My friend Marmalade

In the morning we have quality time together. Just us boys. Without idle mistress. We have our early walk because we both like to get up early. Then we have our coffee.

And then mistress makes her appearance and we don’t get any more macho-bonding time. We can’t even sneak off to the pub in Gib without her coming to find us. So we have given up on that one and let her tag along with us.

We usually go the same way for our ordinary walk (rather than the super-long ones that seem to involve circumnavigating Gib). Here are the gates just down the street.

Here are master and I waiting for Slowcoach Mistress, raising a paw to her. We are standing next to Nelson, opposite the Trafalgar Cemetery.